I have always been a wanderer.
My brain and legs always seem to have somewhere they want to be and something they want to see. I was hardly ever allowed to do anything as a child so I always took advantage of every single chance I got to step out. My mum would send me to get her water and I would buy it from the farthest place possible so that I could sight see on the way. The only thing that got me out of trouble was my speed. Oh! I was very fast. I would walk from street to street ever so swiftly that she would barely notice my absence. I knew where every shop was and exactly what every shop sold. I knew every body’s names and what schools every child attended. I observed everything and I barely even spoke to anyone.
I had always been so good at absorbing information quickly. I have so much unnecessary bits and pieces of information stored somewhere in my head. We chalked it down to restlessness and childishness when I was younger and it was not until recently when I became diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder that a lot of my childhood began to make sense to me. I was also very forgetful as a child (I still am). I would be sent out to buy three things and remember only two so I would have to go back. Then my mother, would remember something she should have sent me earlier and I would have to go out yet again. Going on errands was my only avenue to leave my house so I never really minded it.
Now, about my brain;…
To be continued.